While The Billy BoilsSearchO bubble blown on rotting seas of Crime!Wan iridescence ’gendered of Decay,Ignis fatuus whose fallacious rayDances a dance of death above the slime —Beneath you lie the promises of Time,The power, the pride, the hope of yesterday —Magnificence of nations passed awayLike phantom puppets of forgotten mime.What legioned valour beating bars of breathHas stifled in your dungeons of Dismay !What love shall sit in darkness for your sakeTill Hate no seas of sophistry shall slakeShall sweep your tainted loveliness away,O bubble blown from bloated lips of Death!
Poem
Society
by Marie E. J. Pitt · 1911
Sources, publication & text notesReference details
Canonical recordPOEM-001980
Copy-textPitt — The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses (1911); selected digital copy-text retained exactly; first-edition scan controls manifestation and meaningful layout under D-180/D-208
Source recordSRC-000021
Rights determinationRGT-000343
Text statusCANONICAL TEXT READY
TranscriptionDIPLOMATIC_D208_D180